sharp points, just like claws, and they hurt my arms dreadfully when she would clutch me to make me hold still while McKnight tightened the bandages." The girl rubbed her arms and cringed. "They are sore yet," she said; "All bruised and so cut and scratched with those terrible nails."
Dick was driving ahead doggedly, his teeth clenched. "God!" he said, "I wish I had that man's neck in my fingers!"
Evalani continued. "When they had me all tied up, then McKnight went back to the wheel and started up the car again, and Kat sat and smiled at me just as if she were entertaining me at an afternoon tea. And oh, the things that she said!"
"What did she say?" asked Dick, grimly.
The girl was silent for a moment. "Well," she said at last, "it didn't really matter much what she said; for I knew that they meant to kill me, and all that I could think of was what would happen to my baby when they had gotten me out of the way. That was the awful part of it. Kat knew that would torture me more than anything else and so she kept harping upon that point. She said that I could rest assured that if anything ever happened to me, they would look after little David, and that it would really be a very good thing, because they knew much better than I what would be best for him and that I might be very sure that they would do it."
"I suppose," hazarded Dick, "that she meant to
